This is a song about "Jolly rancher"

I get my paper, y'all just hate

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

Good, could say its jolly

They say nothings ever free

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Smokin on that holly jolly

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper